BetweenTwoBillionairesCompleteStripped (19 page)

I look over at
Shawn, staring at his lips. He's so handsome. Maybe a little rough
around the edges, but I know he has a good heart. There's a darker
side to him, but it's different than Tristan's. I caught a glimpse of
it in the shower. A glimpse of the man who knows he's attractive and
desirable. A glimpse of the man who knows I want him.

Shawn turns to me.
His eyes are hooded, and his expression is somewhere between lust and
affection. Damn the sappy movie. My emotions and hormones are on the
fritz. My clit pulses as his eyes fall to my mouth.

He leans in ever so
slowly and hesitates. He's giving me a chance to escape. This isn't
the shower at all. If I want to pull away from him, I can. If I want
to reject him, now is my chance.

An image of
Tristan's face flashes through my mind. I should feel guilty, but I
don't. He hurt me. He pushed me away. Shawn was the one who came
running after me. Not Tristan. It was supposed to have been Tristan.
If he really wanted me, he would have come and apologized on his own.

Our lips meet, and
it's like fireworks are shooting off inside my body. This isn't
romance though. It's not the same electricity that Tristan's kiss
causes. This is lust. It's pure unadulterated desire.

The kiss gets
aggressive quickly, but I don't mind. I reciprocate, wrapping my hand
around the back of Shawn's head and tangling my fingers in his hair
to press my lips firmer against his. Our tongues glide over one
another, tasting and dancing and savoring. My body comes to life for
him. All for him.

Even though I'm
enjoying the kiss, I'm still confused. I know I opened up Pandora's
box by allowing him to kiss me, but now I'm wondering if I should
close the lid or dive right in. It's too late to pretend this didn't
happen. If I push him away now, things will only be awkward, and I
don't really want to push him away.

Being with both
brothers seems taboo and forbidden. Maybe Shawn was right. Perhaps he
will be the sin that I most enjoy. I just have to be willing to cast
my morals to the wind and become a sinner.

It feels like my
heart and body are fighting an epic battle. My resolve is weak
though, and I'm so unsure about Tristan. I've already screwed things
up by kissing Shawn. There's no going back now. Only forward.

I slide my hand
between his legs, feeling his arousal. Shawn moans into my mouth as I
touch him, and I blush in disbelief at my own actions. This isn't me,
but I can't stop it. He's so hot. So good.

Shawn breaks free
from the kiss, staring at me longingly beneath heavy lashes. He
stands and scoops me up in his arms, and I squeal, clutching onto his
neck for support as he carries me towards the stairs.

“
We
shouldn't do this,” I whisper in one last effort to resist him.

He doesn't respond.

Each step toward his
bedroom takes me further away from the person I was before I met
Tristan. I wonder if I'll regret this. Part of me already does. It's
too late for that though. I made up my mind. I reached into the box.
I decided to sacrifice my relationship with Tristan for the
possibility of something more stable. I can only hope I'm making the
right decision. If not . . . I don't want to think about it.

We get upstairs, and
he takes a right towards the rooms I haven't been in before. It's no
surprise that one of them is his bedroom. Carefully, he maneuvers me
so that he can turn the knob and kick the door open. Once we're over
the threshold, he sets me down on my feet.

“
You
could have put me down before you opened the door,” I grumble
at him. I was worried he would drop me the entire time, even though
he seems pretty solid.

“
I
was scared you'd run away if I did.” He closes the door behind
us. “You're not exactly easy to seduce, you know.”

“
Is
that what this is, you seducing me?” I smirk, wrapping my arms
around his neck and standing on tiptoe to kiss him.

“
Actually,
I'm beginning to think you're the one who seduced me.” He
reaches up to begin unbuttoning my blouse.

Is that what really
happened? I wonder. I was making eyes at him. I can't deny that. I
practically gave him the invitation to make a move on me. It was all
that stupid movie's fault. I want to frown, but my mouth is too
occupied with his lips.

I allow him to take
my blouse off and unhook my bra. He kisses down my body before he
unzips the back of my skirt and slips it off. Then he takes off my
panties, my shoes, and stockings.

Once I'm undressed,
I pull myself up onto his bed and watch him drop his boxer shorts.
This time, I don't look away. I stare at his cock wantonly. It's
thick and long and beautiful. Beautiful like the rest of him.

He circles around me
and crawls up onto the bed, laying on his back and putting his arms
over his head. For a moment, I'm confused. This isn't how I thought
things would go with us.

“
Getting
comfy,” I tease.

“
I
seem to recall you having a fear of being taken advantage of. This is
all you, Sarah. I'm not going to force you to do a thing. If you want
me, come get me.” The arrogance returns to his tone. Normally,
it would piss me off, but now, it just turns me on more.

My cheeks flush as I
drag my fingers across his tufted burgundy comforter. I feel bashful,
unsure of whether or not I want to proceed. We both know why I'm here
though, and when I glance up at his erect cock, my mouth waters. I
wonder if he tastes like Tristan. I wonder if all men taste the same
or if there are subtle variances between them. There's only one way
to find out.

“
Don't
just look at it.” He smirks.

It's all the
invitation I need. I crawl up beside him and push my ponytail over my
shoulder, so he can see my face. Then I dip down and take his cock
between my lips. It's so hard that I don't even need to hold it,
standing at attention like a flag pole, waiting for me to impale
myself on it.

Shawn lets out a
torrent of soft groans as I suck him off. He's surprisingly vocal,
which I like. I honestly figured he'd be the soundless type. It looks
like he's full of surprises.

Even though it's
easy to suck him hands-free, I decide to stroke him as well, hoping
to rile him up even further. That seems to do the trick. He places
his hand on the back of my head and guides me down onto him.

Within minutes, he
makes me glad I used my hand as a barrier between his body and his
cock. He has no qualms about making me gag. The farther down on him
that I go, the louder he gets, the more pre-seed leaks out of him. He
does taste similar to Tristan, though not quite the same. Not bad at
all.

When I pull back, he
bucks his hips up into me, forcing me to gag again and again. It's a
bit overwhelming, but I like that he takes what he wants. The
pleasure is all about him. While I don't feel particularly sexy, I
know he enjoys it, and that's all that matters.

Finally, he fucks my
mouth breathless, and I'm forced to pull away from him completely.
Thankfully, he releases the back of my head when he realizes I've had
enough. He's ready to move on to other things though, not allowing me
to take a break.

I pant as he sits up
and grabs my butt, pushing me over his lap. He gives my ass a hard
slap which makes me squeal. Then he grabs my leg and repositions it,
so he has access to my pussy. Almost immediately, he's pressing his
palm against my heated core, massaging it so fervently that I spill
over the edge within seconds, crying out from shock at how quickly he
was able to make me come.

“
You're
an easy one.” He grins wickedly, pleased with himself. It makes
me wonder how many other women he's slept with.

I watch him crawl to
the bedside table, open the drawer, and pull out a condom. Thank God,
one of them is responsible. I try not to sigh too audibly as he opens
the package and slides the condom down his length.

Within moments, he's
on me, pulling me back against him and keeping me on my side. He's so
strong. So demanding. I feel like a rag doll in his grip—a toy
used for his pleasure.

I blush as I look
down and see his sheathed bulbous tip between my legs. It's seconds
away from being inside of me. My clit pulses in anticipation, and I
wonder what he'll feel like. If truth be told, he's a bit bigger than
Tristan, in all dimensions. It makes me a little nervous.

He slaps his cock
against my pussy a few times before he angles his hips to enter me. I
moan slightly from the feel of his glans pressing between my lips.
His mouth is an O of pleasure.

He guides himself in
slowly, and I whimper from the pinch of him stretching me. Shawn
pushes my leg up to my chest and immediately starts to thrust. There
are no slow beginnings here. His lust is deep and carnal. This isn't
making love. This is fucking. He's fucking me. Hard. And all I can do
is cry out in bliss and wallow in my sin.

“
You're
so good at this,” I breathe out stupidly as he wraps his hand
around me, squeezing my breast hard.

“
I
know, and you can't get enough of it.” I can hear the smirk in
his voice. He's won, and he knows it.

The friction builds
up quickly, racing to the surface to make me come all over his dick.
I'm almost ashamed by how fast my body gives over to him.

I pant as I watch
him have his way with me. I can see his cock pushing up into me,
which only arouses me more. He's like a machine designed to drill me
down to the most bare human instincts. I want him to fuck me harder.
Faster. I want to break him, and for him to break me. I want us to
break together.

“
Is
that all you've got?” I look back at him. He's so lost in
pleasure. So devastatingly gorgeous.

“
You
want me to make you scream? I will.” The challenge is there in
his eyes.

I remember him
saying he enjoys it when he makes women scream. I'm curious if I'd
enjoy it too. “Do your worst.”

“
You
might regret that.” He pulls out of me and grabs me by the hips
again, forcing me onto my hands and knees before he takes one of the
pillows and pushes it under me. “Lie down on that and spread
your legs a little.”

I do as I'm told,
wondering what I just signed up for. There's no doubt in my mind he
knows exactly what he's doing. Shawn has probably tried every sexual
position of the Kama Sutra. If I want a dose of pain, he's going to
give it to me.

Apprehension
assaults me as I lay there, feeling him position himself between my
legs. I'm nervous as hell, wondering if I should reconsider. I asked
for this though, and I'm not backing out.

I curl my fingers
into the comforter as I feel his dick pushing against my pussy. He
grunts as he forces his way in. With me on my stomach, there's a
tightness that wasn't there before, but it doesn't hurt until he gets
all the way in. More than anything, it's just uncomfortable.

“
Scream
for me, love.” The words sound wickedly sexy as he begins
thrusting.

I gasp from the
first buck of his hips. He's hitting something deep inside me, a
place too intense for me to handle. My mouth falls open and whimpers
spill out as he drills into me. It's painful, and I'm not sure if
it's the good kind of pain. While I don't scream, I'm louder than
I've ever been before. My arms tremble beneath me as I try to bear
it. This is what I asked for. What did I expect?

“
Oh
God. Shawn. Please. Stop. It's too much,” I beg.

He leans over me,
fisting his hand into my hair as he whispers into my ear, “This
is what you wanted. You wanted my worst. Can't take it?”

I liked his best
better, if that even was his best. “I didn't think it would
feel like this.”

“
I
don't think you know what you want.” He grabs my wrists and
forces them behind my back, pulling me up by them. The strain on my
shoulders is intense at first, but it dies down as my muscles flex.

The way he pulls me
against him increases the pressure inside of me, but it also angles
his cock to hit a sweet spot. I cry out as he continues to ravage my
cunt, knowing that the entire neighborhood can probably hear me. It's
too much for me to keep quiet though. He's being so rough and is in
so deep.